The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The stone cracked before you did. It split down the middle, a jagged white vein of light bleeding out from the heart of the throne room, and the air tasted suddenly of ozone and old dust. You stood there, your hand still raised, the hilt of your sword slick with sweat that had nothing to do with the heat. The Grand Chamberlain fell back, his face a mask of white shock, but you didn’t look at...

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